Michelle Obama. Spoiled Brat.
She was always there, lurking in the background of Democrat politics.
Michelle Obama.
For years the former First Lady sat on top of Gallup’s Most Admired Women list. She was a fashionista, a fun-loving First Lady. She was seriously mentioned as a possible presidential candidate. Many times.
We didn’t really know her.
Now we do. Turns out, Michelle Obama, with her luxurious lifestyle, her mansions and millions is a world-class whiner. She hated her years in the White House, she doesn’t particularly like white people.
In fact, she blames US for the fact that she wastes a lot of time straightening her hair.
Good grief this woman is a world-class narcissist. There she is, sitting with her hair straightened, blaming white people for the trouble she went through to get it like that.
News flash: We don’t care how you wear your hair Michelle. Don’t straighten it for me.
Did it ever occur to this self-centered complainer that white women spend a lot of time on their hair too? We straighten - or perm - our hair, we color our hair. Some of us pour chemicals on our heads every month to keep the gray from showing. It takes time and money. I blame no one but myself and my vanity for the hair situation.
If she isn’t griping about white people and her hair, she’s moaning about how awful life was in the White House.
Wait. What? This woman is complaining because she had to pay for “every bite of food” she ate?
Are we, who buy all our own groceries, supposed to feel sorry for her? Does she not realize that most Americans -the ones not on food stamps, anyway -also pay for every bite of food they eat?
It’s why we work, dear.
If straightening her hair and paying for her own food wasn’t enough, she had to contend with a “glam team” following her around, doing her makeup, dressing her and making her beautiful.
“Where is the woman who can live off the rack?”
Right here, Michelle! Like most American women I buy my clothes off the rack.
Does she have any idea how entitled and spoiled she sounds?
My thought as this bitter, out-of-touch woman goes on her national “Poor Me” tour is simple: Thank God she isn’t president.
In other words, we aren’t mature enough for her magnificence.
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